Boone tipped his head back and laughed like a kid. “You’re the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.” Against the backdrop of the suite’s windows, he reminded her of a package all wrapped in lights.
His hands slid to her butt and he tugged her up.
Holding on to his shoulders, Gieselle balanced herself and wrapped her legs around him. She loved it when he carried her.
“You don’t have to ask this cowboy more than once.” He strode to the bedroom, bent over the bed, and laid her back on it. Lit only by the lights of the strip, the room wrapped around them, romantic and cozy.
Propping his elbows at her side, his face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. “Baby, I’ve got plans for you.”
A hot shiver skittered through her. “Plans?”
“Mm hm.” His eyes darkened and his breath came faster. “
She unbuttoned one button of his shirt. “What kind of plans?”
He reached behind his back, tugged off her shoe, and tossed it. “Wicked ones.”
Flicking open another button, she asked, “Hot plans?”
“Yeah. And sticky.” He took her other shoe and threw it, too.
Opening the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered for a lick of his nice pecs. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Baby.” It came out on a growl and he ripped off his cowboy hat and threw it onto a chair. “You’re making me crazy.”
She tugged his shirttails from his jeans. “I want to make you naked.”
With incredible speed, he removed his shirt and leaned back over her. “Your turn.” He slid his hands from her knees down her thighs, his fingers tracing the elastic of her panties around her hips.
The rough calluses on his warm hands rattled lusty heat along her skin and down to her pussy.
Boone gathered her dress under her butt and sat her up, pulling it from under her and up over her head.
He froze, his eyes on her see-through lavender bra. “Oh jeez.”
His stare puckered her nipples and tingled chills across her breasts. Gieselle laced her fingers through his hat hair, releasing the blond mop. The softness on her fingers tugged at her heart. A rugged cowboy with the sweet personality of a gentleman.
Boone’s mouth covered hers as he laid her back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. His big prize buckle chilled her belly.
She traced his lips with her tongue and he dove in, his tongue on hers, on her cheeks, tickling the roof of her mouth.
His overpowering strength did fuzzy things to her brain and wild, jittery things to her core. Her hips made tiny circles, cradling his hard shaft through his jeans.
“Gigi.” He whispered against her lips as his hips took up the rhythm of hers.
She scraped her nails lightly down his back. “Boone?”
“When you do that…” His mouth pressed hard and hot on her neck, his teeth nipping, his tongue tracing patterns. Slowly he eased his body lower, dragging his mouth along her skin, tasting as he went.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts closer to him as desire swirled and puddled low in her belly.
His mouth traced the line of her bra across one breast, then the other. “You’re so hot. Your skin is burning my lips.”
“Don’t stop.” Her blood raced through her like solar flares.
“No, ma’am.” Boone took her nipple in his mouth through the sheer fabric.
She jumped. “Oh yes.”
He moved his lips, scraping the fabric on her tender flesh, sending bolts of electricity to her pussy. When his mouth covered her other nipple, achy contractions pulsed in her core.
With one hand, he unfastened her bra at her back and tugged it off her. He sucked in a breath as he looked at her breasts. “You are too beautiful.” He gazed into her eyes. “Not just your body, Gigi. You.”
Her heart thumped and she had to swallow before she spoke. “You’re an exceptional man.”
“I’m coming to think…” He shook his head. “Now isn’t the time for words, is it.” He lashed his tongue over her nipple.
Flashes radiated from the peak and she grabbed his hair and pulled him to her breast. “No talk.”
He chuckled as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth grazed and nipped.
Gieselle grabbed his shoulders to keep herself from sailing out of her body.
Boone licked widening circles around her breast and slid across to the other, licking along the base then narrowing until her came to her areola.
His slow loving eased her race toward climax but jittered hot spikes that wet her pussy lips.
When he took her nipple deep into his mouth, the corresponding tug burned at her slit. She held her breath while he teased and pleased her, heating her until she felt a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Releasing her nipple, he kissed a trail to her ribs then dipped his tongue into each indentation, moving lower, slowly and painfully teasing. His tongue darted into her belly button.
She lifted her head and watched as he swirled it around, the decadence making her hips jerk.
His eyes shifted and caught her gaze. With a wicked smile, he kissed his way down to the edge of her see-through panties. “I can smell you, sweet and musky, honey and spices.” His tongue snuck under the elastic.
“Please, Boone. Oh God. I can’t wait.” Her thighs shook, needing his lips, his tongue, working magic between them.
“Baby.” He kissed her through the fabric, inching lower, slow, open-mouthed kisses that promised everything, hot and lovely all the way down her mound and along her pussy.
The barrier of the fabric made her hungry for the touch of his lips on her bare flesh. She flattened on the bed and grabbed the quilt. “Boone. You’re teasing me.”
“Damn right I am, woman.” His tongue licked hot and hard along the edge of her panties where they met her inner thighs.
She moaned.
He chuckled, but promised relief from her suffering when he slid off her panties.
Opening one eye, she saw him toss the panties onto his cowboy hat. Was he planning to keep them? When he parted her thighs, all concern over her wardrobe ended.
“Your pretty pussy, Gigi. All shaven clean for me.” He blew on her lips. “Pink and wet. Mmm, your juices are shining, luring me in for a taste.”
“Yes, take it.”
“Slow down, baby. Make this last.” He kissed and nibbled his way down her tender inner thigh.
Her body shimmied with desire.
He licked behind her knee, then trailed his lips to her feet.
“You’ve got toes that make me want to spend hours on them.”
She rolled her head from side to side. “We don’t have hours, Boone.”
He laughed. “Your toenail polish matches your panties and bra.” Taking her big toe into his mouth, he tickled it with his tongue and scraped his teeth along the bottom.
“Do they?” With his mouth on her that way, she couldn’t remember what color they were painted. Or what color her bra was. Nothing filled her head except the pleasure Boone created. Like a string of tracer lights, tingles coursed from her foot to her core. “Oh yes. That’s lovely.”
He treated each of her toes to the same attention then switched to her other foot. “Sexy feet.”
“You like feet?” Her hips rolled, her core wetting with cream, wanting the attention of the lips and tongue that he used to please her toes.
“Yeah.” He took her hips in his big hands. “But not as much as I like your other beautiful parts. Roll over.”
“Huh?” Was this more of his teasing? She let him turn her onto her stomach.
He held her butt cheeks in his hands and squeezed, then kissed each one. “So sexy. You’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”
Did he really mean it? He’d have seen a heck of a lot of women’s butts in his life. She wiggled her tush a little.
With a groan, he licked the bot
tom of her cheek where it met her thigh, a long, hot taste.
Her core quivered with desire. She was tempted to move her hand lower, pleasure herself, but she’d let him have his fun. She’d be sure to keep him in suspense when it was her turn to be in control.
He licked the other side of her then grabbed her hips and lifted her.
With her face on the quilt, she fisted her hands in the fabric next to her head and hung on. “What are you doing, cowboy?”
“Trust me?” The rumbled words shook her low in her slit.
He’d said the same thing to her at the Birthday Baby machine, and look how well that turned out. “I trust you.”
He chuckled. Kneeling behind her, he slid his hands between her thighs and grasped her hips from below, lifting her bottom higher. When his mouth closed over her pussy lips and sucked, she could see the genius of this position.
Blood flowed to her brain, spinning her like a ride at a carnival as his mouth heated and tickled her slit.
His tongue lapped along her folds then deep inside her, slow and hard.
Manic chills raced up her spine, flickering lights in her head, sending her reeling toward climax.
His mouth slid closer to her butt, and his nose pressed against her anus, circling as his tongue and lips continued to eat her with nibbles and sucks.
“Oh God, where did you learn that?” Blasts of heat rocked through her, wildly whipping her toward nirvana.
“Mmm. My signature move.”
“So when girls ask you for your signature…”
He laughed. “Just you, Gigi. You’re my only fan.”
Warmth spread from her heart. He was hers this Christmas. A gift she wished she didn’t have to return on the twenty-sixth. She pushed the thought from her mind and concentrated on finding her orgasm.
His mouth slid down and captured her clit. With a suck and a couple flicks, he gave her what she craved.
Wheeling crazily, multicolored flashes blazed in her head. “Boone!” Her core contracted and her hips bucked in rhythm with his tongue. Whirring kaleidoscopes of color and light carried her off for long moments. The blood rushing to her head intensified the orgasm until she felt weightless, ungrounded.
The touch of his lips on her clit gentled her, eased her back from the perfection of the amazing orgasm. He licked her pussy. “You are honey.” He sucked. “Sweet spicy cream.”
“Haa ahh.” Words wouldn’t form, but a smile curled her lips.
“Is that a good thing?” His voice held a teasing note.
“So, so good, Boone.” Aftershocks rallied through her pussy, climbing her spine to shimmer like fireflies on a dark night. “I’m lifeless.”
He kissed her thighs softly and lowered her to the mattress. His body came down half on top of her, warming her as his lips sought hers in a tender kiss. “You are incredibly sensitive.” He laid his head next to hers, their noses just inches apart.
She could stay like this forever. She’d never come so quickly or so hard.
“Why did you decide to come to Vegas for Christmas?”
Gieselle sighed. She could go with the story she told her friends at college; that she just needed to do something wild on her birthday this year. Or, she could tell the truth. “My parents were invited to their friends’ chalet in Switzerland.” She wasn’t invited.
His brow creased and his eyes held sympathy. “No brothers or sisters?”
“Only child.” She smacked a kiss on his nose. “So, I talked Kira into sin city. And here I am. With you.” Karma at its best.
“I’m damn glad you are.” His hand trailed up her spine to her neck, brushing back her hair.
“What about you? Siblings? Besides Jayden, of course.”
“Two older sisters and another brother who’s sixteen.” His eyes turned serious. “But, I’m not in the mood for talkin’ right now, if you don’t mind.”
Against her thigh, his erection pulsed, hot and sticky with pre-cum.
“Mmm. I can see why.” She trailed a hand down between his body and the quilt until she touched his cock. “We’re going to have to do something about this.”
“Fuck, yeah!” He grimaced. “Excuse my language, ma’am.”
“When we’re in bed, you can be a naughty cowboy.”
He wagged his eyebrows at her. “Oh, I plan to be, baby. Naughty and wild.”
Grasping his thick length in her hand, she whispered, “Condoms in the drawer.”
He reached over his head to the nightstand and came back with a foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he sheathed himself in seconds.
“You practice that?” She loved how his every move was sure and commanding.
“Yep. Like bull riding. The more you do it…” He stopped and looked away.
Chapter Five
Gigi smiled. “I appreciate all the practice you’ve had up ‘till this point. I can imagine you’ve had a long and memorable career in bed.”
Boone looked into her eyes, helpless to keep from connecting with her, to keep from wanting more than his two-night limit. Hell, he hadn’t even slid his shaft inside her and he was far too attached. “Right this second, Gigi, I can’t remember one of them.” His heart thumped a feral beat as he opened himself more than he should. In a day or two, he’d say goodbye and whatever was going on in his chest would feel like muscle ripping from bone.
She bit her lower lip and blinked rapidly.
Oh shit, she wasn’t going to cry, was she?
It was her turn to look away. With a sigh, she pushed up on her elbows.
He had to change the mood. Wrapping his arms around her, he sat up and pulled her back against his chest. His hands slid to her breasts. “I want you, baby.” He kissed her neck. “Want you to ride my cock.”
As he tweaked her nipples, her body shivered and arched.
“Mmm, yes.” She bent her knees and knelt on each side of his hips.
Skimming his hands down her narrow waist, he lifted her until her pussy touched the tip of his twitching cock.
She braced her hands on his knees and tipped her ass in a gorgeous display. Her hot, wet lips surrounded the head of his shaft.
Boone’s balls tightened as flames seared deep in his belly. He had to hang on, cowboy up and give her a long, rowdy ride. But all he wanted to do was pump into her and release his cum.
Gigi sat up, skimming her hands over her thighs in a move so seductive, he nearly shot over the top.
Looking over her shoulder, her eyes dark and heavy lidded, she smiled as she grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks, sliding centimeter by agonizing centimeter down onto his throbbing cock.
“Aw, baby.” His words barely more than a breath, his heart raced as air panted through his gritted teeth.
When she bit her lower lip and dropped fully onto him, he shouted a couple curses he couldn’t find the memory to remember.
Gigi moved, circled her hips, sliding his cock in amazing patterns that blasted flames up his spine.
His mind flared, wanting to enjoy this, but desperate for release.
Lifting herself, she pulled her sweet pussy nearly off him, then slid back down again, grinding her hips against his.
The pleasure ricocheted through him, heating his flesh, drawing beads of sweat to the surface. “I want you to fuck me, Gigi.” He reached for her hair, fisting it with a tug. “Fast and hard, like you can’t get enough of me.”
She cried out in a sensual moan and lifted her body quickly, dropping again just as fast.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it.”
She did, her muscles working in beautiful ripples as she pumped her tight slit onto him over and over.
Her hand eased between his legs, cupping his balls.
He had to shake his head to keep the orgasm from overtaking him. “Touch yourself. Play with your clit. I want you to come, want your pussy to suck the cum out of me.”
“Boone.” It was half sigh, half whine. Her body tensed.
He tugged her hair a little tig
hter and slid his other hand over her ass, feeling the muscles working to bring him pleasure. He eased his thumb over her pink puckered anal opening and circled gently.
“Uhhhhhh!” Her cry accompanied the stiffening of her body.
Around his cock, her pussy tightened, incredibly hot and fierce.
His mind combusted, shooting backdrafts of heat to his sack. Deep inside his groin, pleasure rocked him and his cum pulsed from his balls and out through his cock. White flames seared inside his mind, licking wildly through his skin as every nerve burst into hot, glowing bliss. Sailing upward like a spark from a bonfire, he let go and felt the pleasure of shooting his load into the perfect woman. “Gigi.”
“Boone.” Her voice echoed in his head.
Long moments later, he came back to earth, back to reality.
She slowed her ride then stopped, her body shaking and hot.
He eased her down beside him, tugging her close, her head on his shoulder.
She curled in, her legs twining with his, her arm around his middle, holding tightly as if she didn’t want to let him go.
He understood the emotion. To find someone so well matched to him, physically and emotionally, but worlds apart in goals. It was just not fair. “If you decide to open a business, are you going to do it in New York?” Not the most romantic cuddling talk, but he needed to know everything about her. Details to keep with him as he traveled the rest of the lonely rodeo tour.
“I love to travel. I’d like to find a way to work from home—wherever that ends up being—and work with customers at their locations.” She shook her head. “I thought I’d have years to decide, but now it’s actually happening. Too fast, maybe.”
“Huh.” He felt the same way. Almost as if it wasn’t real.
She flattened her palm on his chest and rested her chin on it, gazing into his eyes. “Huh? What does that mean?”
“I’m considering starting my own business, too.” Maybe her goals weren’t as far from his as he’d thought.
She smiled. “In Reno?”
He nodded. “I’ve got some land. Inherited from my grandpappy on my mother’s side. Grampa Boone.”
Gigi smiled. “That’s nice that you’re named after him.”
“My parents farm the land right now, but whenever I’m ready to settle down, they’re more than ready to have me take it over.”
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